The sky was clear, there
wasn't much noise, just birds and the occasional person on the
streets, the heartless were just wandering around as though they'd
just woken up, and the flowers were swaying in their pots. It was a
nice day. A calm day.

It was one of those days
where you're just wondering what the hell is going to go wrong.

Cloud Strife sat on the
steps of Merlin's house, a handful of tequila shot-glasses at his
feet, expertly placed in the shape of a pyramid, and a half-empty
bottle of bourbon nursing by his knee.

Quietly, the blonde just
sat there. Staring at the glittery pyramid of cylinder-shaped
glasses, his fingers slowly sliding up and down the neck of his
bourbon bottle beside him, his chin in his other hand.

With a puff of black smoke
worthy of a seedy magician, a heartless stood before Cloud, twitching
like a bunny on crystal meth.

The blonde man gave the
small black creature a look of pure and unadulterated indifference,
and the little creature just bowed it's head and waddled off, looking
a might upset.

Cloud took a gulp of his
bourbon and went back to staring at his pyramid of tequila
shot-glasses. He had a pleasant buzz going throughout his body from
the alcohol, and he didn't particularly care what was going on around
him.

One of the dancing
ballerina hippopotamuses from the world Fantasia flounced past in a
flurry of pink glitter and silk, and, a credit to the alcohol he had
consumed, Cloud didn't notice at all.

An alligator wearing a
cape quickly followed the hippo, and Cloud just continued staring at
his pyramid.

A small, blue, fuzzy thing
scuttled around the small square before coming to a stop in front of
the pyramid, and stared at it too. The thing stared at it, then at
Cloud, who still had yet to remove his attention from it.

"HI!"
chirped the thing, Cloud's eyes snapping up from the glasses to stare
at the thing.

"My name Stitch,"
the blue thing said proudly, holding out a clawed hand.

Cloud blinked.

At that moment, the
heartless Cloud had somehow upset, came back. The thing –Stutch, or
something–, promptly whipped out what looked like a gun from
somewhere, and pulled the trigger. The heartless blew up in a flash
of overly-dramatic green.

Stitch turned back to
Cloud and gave him a very toothy grin.

"Hi," the blonde
stated flatly. Stitch gave Cloud a hearty wave, even though they were
barely a metre or so apart.

There was a crunch and
Stitch whipped around again, holding two guns now –where the hell
did he get the new one?– in the direction of the sound. Cloud
looked up to see Leon standing there, eyebrows raised, grey eyes
fixed on Stitch.

The little blue thing made
a quiet, accusing sound, before letting his pudgy arms fall to his
sides. Leon glanced up from Stitch to give Cloud a tiny smirk.

"Make a new friend,
Strife?" the brunette questioned smugly.

"Not really,"
Cloud answered, lifting his bourbon bottle up and taking a mouthful.

Stitch looked between the
two humans, before sticking his tiny arm in Leon's direction. "My
name Stitch," he repeated.

Leon blinked down at him,
before bending down and taking Stitch's tiny hand in his, and shaking
it, humoring the little fuzzy blue thing. "I'm Leon." he
said.

Stitch grinned cheerily,
his large black eyes gleaming. "Who's he?" Stitch asked,
large ears twitching, pointing a clawed hand in Cloud's direction.
The blonde tapped his teeth against the glass rim of the bourbon
bottle, more than a little intoxicated right now. Not in any state to
answer in a strait-foward fashion.

Leon smirked, kneeling
down beside Stitch. "His name is Cloud Strife." He said. He
would've continued talking about the blonde's personality, and what
he usually did, but, truthfully, with the blonde as drunk and
uncaring as he was right now, the temptation to sully Cloud's good
name by mentioning cross-dressing and lipstick was far too strong.

Leon wasn't that much of
an asshole.

"STITCH!"

Leon stood up and turned,
and Cloud glanced up, over the rim of his bottle.

Sora skidded into the
square, hopping on one foot to keep balance, his keyblade clutched in
one hand, a panicked look on his flushed face.

Leon opened his mouth to
ask what was wrong, but, at that moment, a hoard of
ballet-hippopotamuses, ostriches, elephants, alligators wearing
capes, satyrs with little instruments, multi-coloured centaurs,
pegasus's of assorted colours and sizes, fairies, and God knows what
the hell else barreled around the corner Sora just did, and exploded
into the square.

Leon's eyebrows
disappeared under his hair and he gaped in shock, while Cloud hummed
'itsy-witsy spider'.

Sora sped strait past Leon
and Cloud, grabbing Stitch by the hand and scooting around the other
corner with a panicked, high-pitched squawk.

The assorted creatures
zoomed after Sora, making loud, assorted sounds that basically got
the idea out that Sora had done something very, very wrong. Barreling
Leon over and causing him to fall back onto Cloud, the creatures
thundered around the corner after Sora, and disappeared.

There was a long silence.

"You knocked it
over." Cloud stated.

Leon looked up at the
blonde, the back of his head against Cloud's chest, before looking to
where the blonde's blue-green eyes were directed. By the brunette's
leg, was the remainder of Cloud's shot-glass pyramid. All of the
glasses scattered around, but not broken.

Leon slowly pushed himself
into a sitting position, from leaning against Cloud's lap, still
sitting a few steps below the blonde, in between his legs. Just to be
polite to the intoxicated other, he gathered up the shot-glasses into
a few small towers.

"Strife," Leon
started after he had gathered up all the glasses, still sitting in
front of the blonde, staring in front of himself. "Did the
natural inhabitance of Fantasia just stampede through here screaming
curses at Sora?"

A nearly-empty bottle of
bourbon descended in front of Leon's face and wiggled a bit in the
air.

The bourbon bobbed
slightly in the air, as though it was being made to nod, before it
ascended back out of Leon's field of vision. Letting out a shaky
sigh, Leon buried his face in his hands.

"Problem, Leonhart?"
Cloud questioned, squinting into his now-empty bottle of bourbon, as
though it would suddenly become full again, one of his legs drooping
slightly and bumping into Leon's side.

"I feel like I'm
going crazy," Leon answered, voice slightly muffled. Seeing a
hoard of crazy creatures –mythical and not–, speed past you
screaming curses in their own languages, does that to a person.

Cloud let out a giggle,
causing Leon's head to snap up. "We're all crazy, Leonhart. It
just depends how much."

The brunette stared over
his shoulder at Cloud, who was now tapping at the bottle in a tune he
knew was 'shave and a haircut'. "What comforting
words..."

Cloud smiled at Leon.
"You're welcome."

"How the hell could
they follow us in here?!" Sora screamed, running as fast as his
big shoes could carry him, Tron at his side, Stitch latched onto his
elbow, shooting at the hoard of angry creatures thundering after them
through Space Paranoids.

"What did you do,
Sora??" Insisted Tron, looking as panicked as a program like
himself can.

Sora gulped, while Stitch
stopped in his shooting to grin. "He said classical music
sucks."

((END. I just wrote this
today without a real purpose, so, yeah. No plot. Thankfully, I didn't
actually strive to make it humour, so, it is actually funny. At
least, to me it is. I've got a list of other Kingdom Hearts fanfics I
should get working on, but, hell. I'm lazy. Anyway, Please enjoy and
review, and, yes, I am a proud LeonCloud fan if you cant tell
already.))

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